liver wurst sandwiches and candy cane houses ( Read more... )

opening act (eh) + death cab (good) + ben kweller (awesome!) = pretty damn good concert. yeah mother fuckers!

mm- tis all. tis all.

i am reading slaughterhouse. it is good. i sound like a second grader: I have a ball. I throw the ball to Timmy. Tim and I play ball together.

i am bored. period.

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i write far too often in this thing. but i never actually say anything and no one ever comments, even when i do ( Read more... )

telephone, tellin' you
i'll be home soon
dienu

BURP.

tweety bird flies under the hood of my car.

sign me up, i volunteer ( Read more... )

update: i am a third grader.

butterflys are passive aggresive and put their problems on the shelf but they’re beautiful and he’ll realize the only thing that's real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful

what is beautiful?

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "...and a lamp that hung within two feet of the tables, stinking ( Read more... )

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